My heart beats fast, anticipation grows,
For hearing your answer and future goals.
Praying that I am indeed a part
Of making you whole.
Your eyes look at me like they are seeing gold
Expensive, worth and fighting for,
But then you blink, leaving me cold
And run to your precious diamond, forevermore.
My insides churn, eyes burn
But yet I smile, till you turn,
I drop my papers on the reddish floor
Realising this is now my life, messy and gore.
I look at you and I realise
You did love me,
But, only as a friend
And such will be.
I wish you good luck for the future darling,
And carry my feelings, tears running.
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What A Poet Thinks
कविताSometimes words do speak louder than actions; Sometimes thoughts are stronger than the acts expressed; Sometimes, its best to express a few words.... and leave the rest to the unknown.
